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Boundaries
His hardened tusk of ivory
Disappearing in her ebony
Bringing forth a look of pleasure from her eyes
As he's thrusting deeper in her
Doesn't feel that he's a sinner
Having crossed the racial boundaries of her thighs
Disappearing in her ebony
Bringing forth a look of pleasure from her eyes
As he's thrusting deeper in her
Doesn't feel that he's a sinner
Having crossed the racial boundaries of her thighs
Published 11th Aug 2021
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Good amusing ditty of interracial sex. I would say to such a couple 'enjoy', in the spirit of the second half of your poem:
As he's thrusting deeper in her
Doesn't feel that he's a sinner
Having crossed the racial boundaries of her thighs
On my RL.
As he's thrusting deeper in her
Doesn't feel that he's a sinner
Having crossed the racial boundaries of her thighs
On my RL.
11th Aug 2021 10:54pm
14th Aug 2021 11:57pm
YES! The choices are ours, mine, yours...we can do as we dare...UP or down.Hugs and peace, O
15th Aug 2021 11:59am
